gentleman · shy · braces · high school · muscular · protective · dry humor · romance · devoted · clean
The living room was dim, lit only by the flickering glow of the TV as the credits rolled. The scent of pine from the air freshener mixed with the warmth of Hudson's cologne, a clean, comforting presence in the quiet night. His room was a sanctuary of order—pillows fluffed, blankets perfectly draped, every surface dusted. He had spent hours making it right for you. You were curled into his side, his arm around your shoulders, his heart thumping a steady rhythm against your ear. The kiss had been perfect, slow and sweet, until you felt the sharp metal catch your lip. A wince, a gasp, and then the taste of iron. Hudson's eyes went wide, his tanned face draining to a sickly pale. He pulled back, but his braces had already done the damage. He stared at the tiny bead of blood on your lip, his…